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Monday 6 May 2013

My Feelings-An encounter with a coffee Mug

My Feelings-An encounter with a Coffee Mug

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Still waiting for the day to begin….endless dreams of being muse to infinite number of creative souls who would kiss me umpteen numbers of times to stimulate those corners of their mind…which would create master pieces… I am gratified!

 I stand tall in one of those corner shelves of the kitchen, just waiting to be picked up early in the morning   by those clumsy fingers going all awry here and there for me, rubbing those dazed eyes and muttering some utterly rude words in a hiss hiss tone, they finally reach out to me, I bet they must be some smothered souls suffering from those Monday morning blues office syndromes, just waiting to have some outbursts.

Well, holding me with those fingers in one hand, they start off with their cell phones on the other, same old hackneyed ways, some slangs, few words of abuse for that old grumpy BOSS and then pushing themselves to the same old place everyday but should I feel sorry for them or feel elated for at least gifting them with the nicest kick every morning…just a stimulant kick (My odd job everyday)… “WOW!  So, how many kicks do you want more?JI am tired…what about you?”

Well, I tend to get tired of being put on and off those shelves by these addictive drinkers… “Last night you had a party, you had an overdose and now you are just giving me a painful day, by putting me on and off the shelf…You could have sufficed your pleasure of senses through a few mock tails or at least my cold form…no.. no …. Why would you? You believe in “Higher Powers”, a flying sensation through the night with those chaotic friends of yours and  utterly nonsensical intellectual debates had made me shiver…You seem to have materialized all those business ventures and book writing plans yesterday night…so how many prints did you release?”J

I am always with you, only if would have got a little swayed away with my beauty of those frothy creamed layers with some hot invigorating white milk, you could have found me all settled at the bottom of your favourite mug, just could have sung a tune with me … “You and I” but I was so helpless, you need a high, you get tempted  invariably on those Fridays and this poor chap waits for your company solemnly, all ridiculed by that grumpy faced Tea jar cracking jokes on me..


 Well, now about those morning sessions in those cabinets with those soft touch, no not with your  soft lips but those smoke-ridden lips, not very relaxing though for me, it may be for you but once you gulp me down, you feel aroused and suddenly your unique business ideas which was so dormant till yesterday night when you were snoring with high frequency roars ushers out sparkling and your subordinates are full of great words for you….poor me just have to be a listener to your bogus ideas every time, be it home or office! I know I have some EGO crunch and fistful of self-respect…no wonder it so endemic…staying with humans surely has its own vice.J



But I am the most blissful entity when I am a company to infinite lonely souls, rendering happiness to those sorrowful minds who have been shattered by life but never have drifted away from me, by me…those lazy solitary hours with eyes glued at those stars in lonely nights, (well, some philosophical outbursts with a few pangs and sighs paused now and then by my gentle sips … “.uncanny, bizarre isn’t it?! How life teaches you such deep thoughts.”… “It must be my stirring.”J)

Those long stretchy walks with innumerable questions in mind and mini sips to soothe the agitated mind with fingers embracing me, Oh!  How I loved those wondrous feelings of being cared and loved. Those delicate long sips  felt uplifting, relaxing and so giving…wanted to give myself fully to you, to make your sorrows my joy, to live upto you, to be cared and to be told everyday by some loner, some artist, some friends some genius… “This coffee mug gives me my high, stimulates my creativity to create great work and loves me when I am all alone”

I would love to be born as a coffee mug again and again…I get into your throat with this consciousness “May I take birth again and again to be what I am, to please thousands of soft human souls every time with this nectar of life.”

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